PO-TATE-O

We were at my Mom's house last week visiting while I didn't some photo's for some dear people in the South Bend area. (I don't think they read my blog - but thanks Emily Cass and Angela Peffley to investing in our adoption fund!! )

As you can see, Davin got into the pantry and got his cute little paws on a tater. This child boggles my mind sometimes. Of all things? A potato? Really?

Of all the things... I say that often.

"Of all the things? A coaster? Really?"

"Of all things? A spatula? Really?"

"Of all things? Wipes? Really?"

"Of all things? Toilets? Really?"

Okay, gross...

He carried that potato everywhere. One time my hand accidentally came to close to the potato... I've never seen the boy shift so quickly. There was no way on earth I was taken his potato! I wonder if potatoes grow in heaven?

I just wish I would have taken a picture of it before we left... there was a big gouge out of it. He was chompin' on it with his 4 little beaver like teeth....

Adoption is the Gospel

"[Adoption is] the whole story of redemption. The universe was meant to be a home- where the image bearers of God rule and serve under their Father. It was all to be ours. The primeval insurrection in the garden, though, turned the universe into an orphanage- the heirs were gone, done in by their appetites. A serpent now holds the cosmos in captivity, driving along the deposed rulers as his slaves. The whole universe is now an orphanage.

But then there's Jesus.

When we were still orphans, Christ became a substitute orphan for us. Though he was a son, he took on the humiliation of a slave and the horror of death (Phil. 2:6-8). Jesus walked to that far country with us, even to the depths of the hog pen that we'd made our home, and hung on a tree abandoned by his Father in our place."